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The Daily Exchange
01:43
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What can we exchange? What can we trade? What if we give it away?
Staring in too deep…staring into drink
kill the lights and let’s put on a show
heya hey-o
trading on our good name while it holds
heya hey-o
Stuck on repeat, our credit reached, this endless bargaining
digging endless holes
everybody knows
all the world can hear us shouting down the phone
yeah we know, don’t we just know
trading in our great heights for the rubbish down below
the lights went out on Broadway and we still put on a show
digging up the memories, dancing with the bones
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, another part of me,
another bittersweet sucker for saccharine
on and on and on and on we look
say our lines and it’s off to the races
trading in our candy for a crook
fall apart and count the pieces
burning through the days, we’re burning through the night
sparkle in the sky, water into wine
cheering on the also-rans
take our chances
MERCY!
MERCI!
on and on and on and on we look
tearing out the pages of our book
underneath it all, up against the wall
running out of time, rolling back our eyes
I’ll pay anything, a ransom for a king
a little bittersweet, it was a waste of time
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let’s play anonymous
the last gasp is upon us
pleading in English
pleading for reasons
and all that we erase
and all that we embrace
wait for the fever to break
it’s morphine for the memories
spinning our mistakes
I feel seen through
now I need you
and I know where you are
casting shadows from the stars
shot clean through
rhetorical homecoming queen
of rhetorical questioning
keep your powder dry, save your tires,
you’re my favourite waste of time
too hard, too fast, too much, too soon
for sale, for shame, for love, what’s new
for love, again, for love, forget
our fading thoughts, our fallen
I feel seen through
fading in your eyes
now I need you
breaking apart in the light
and I know where you are
casting shadows from afar
I’m shot clean through
and all that we erase
and all that we embrace
and all that we erase
and all that we escape
and all that we erase
and all that we embrace
and all that we erase
and all that we escape
the terror alone, racing towards us all
the terror unknown, racing with open arms
bending light and breaking gravity’s pull
the terror we know, racing towards us all
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Sleeping Rough
02:55
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shoot out the lights
we’re sleeping rough like a tantrum
smile with our eyes
keep it up like a mantra
we’ve been trying for a while
what’s the hold up
wipe that smile
what’s your style?
now we’re on a roll
I know, I know, I know, I know
lost it all in a heart breaker
I know, I know, I should have known
choose your mask, cut me off
I know, I know, I know, I know
don’t it hurt something good
I know, I know, I should have known
wait for me
wait and see
keep them laughing
in this age of adrenaline
wrap your lips
around this barbed wire fence again
been discarded in an instant coffee can
we haven’t yet
for the best
now we’re on a roll
I know, I know, I know, I know
lost it all in a heart breaker
I know, I know, I shouldn’t know
pick a mask, cut me off
I know, I know, I know, I know
don’t it hurt something good
unravelling
make believe
uncertainty
conspiracy
grind your teeth
wait for me
shoot out the lights
we’re sleeping rough like a tantrum
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Penny Whistles
02:26
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I believe in five dollar words
I believe in spontaneous rapture
I believe in the power of penny whistles
I concede I am drunk on distraction
Perhaps we’ve had enough
Perhaps it’s been too much
I believe in perpetual motion
I believe in something from nothing
I believe in great silent spaces
Anything that keeps us dancing
Until we’ve had enough
Perhaps it’s been too much
compromise
valentine
any way we run
roll it up
it’s all too much
no one left behind
my love
I believe in ten dollar words
I can hear the furious laughter
I can stretch the sky with rage
I believe in spontaneous rapture
I believe we are never done
I believe in love
I BELIEVE IN LOVE
I BELIEVE IN LOVE
I BELIEVE IN LOVE
I BELIEVE IN LOVE
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Sowing doubt in magnetic fields
falling in love in reverse
rubbing salt in Achilles’ heels
this bag of bones, our hands full of dirt
a bag of bones and a handful of dirt
Dropping out of the sky like tears
Say our goodbyes from beneath the wheel
falling out, sowing discord
our eyes are dull, our disguise is clear
we’re growing dull the way is clear
are you wondering?
are you wondering?
are you wondering?
are you wondering?
are you wondering?
are you wondering?
are you wandering?
I say, “you can take me at once or in pieces,
in the end I am yours, I am yours alone”
sowing our broken constellations
across the universe
across the universe
can you hear the fracturing?
can you hear the fracturing?
can you hear the fracturing?
can you hear the fracturing?
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Disaster Recipe
02:57
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far from victorious
but now we’re not alone
there must be more of us
and now we know the score
holding out for more
not quite as glorious
as we might have hoped
we’re on the ropes for sure
and now we know we’re done
holding out for more
what more could they want
we’re out time, people
nothing left but bite my tongue
it’s all too much, people
say no more we’re done
nothing gets to me
disaster recipe
(shake our heads in disbelief)
coming fast like 1, 2, 3
waiting on the 4
we’re not victorious
you’re not alone
we’re not victorious
you’re not alone
we’ve got some stories
you’re not alone
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Everything Everything
02:19
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take it heavy as it comes
there’s nothing to keep me
everything everything
this may come as a shock to you
what do you believe?
I put it to you, convince me
losing track of the weeks
everything everything
we’ve got some new tracing
redraw these constellations
speak me into existence
I….
standing on broken shoulders
over over and over
imposters get restless
you’re missing it again
everything everything everything
getting under my skin
keep me company
from a corner only we can see
there’s more to the story now
a suspicion that's sneaks
don’t give up on me
we’ve got these new creations
punch drunk constellations
speak me into existence
I….
standing on broken shoulders
catch me I’m falling over
it’s time we numb these senses
everything everything
we’re gunning for a shock to the system now
what do you believe?
I put it to you, convince me
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Inverted Jennys
03:25
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neither here nor there
sitting alone and yet I’m
beyond repair
when in doubt, choose sabotage
I’m playing scared, you pretty little things
will be the death of me
a handful of love, a handful of hate
do you know the right thing now?
monsters are not metaphors
the poison is real
the vacuum sounds like crying,
wailing for breath
a heart that’s sinking in
a time for accounting:
breakages
bandages
damages
it’s been a warm reception
learning not to care
set adrift and yet I’m
neither here nor there
we’re going down, it’s sabotage
get rich quick, doomsday prep
leaning into it
Jenny’s inverted again
it’s not what we want
but what comes next
monsters are not metaphors
the voices are real
the vacuum sounds like crying,
wailing for breath
this heart that’s sinking in
that rare exception:
gullible,
unloveable,
stumbling,
crumbling
tumbling down
tumbling down
tumbling down
tumbling down
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